Went to bed at nine. Woke up at eight. Perhaps this will end my exhaustion though I know much of it is emotional and not physical. I know I need a vacation. Perhaps this (link).
Something. I need something.
I have no stories just now, only fears, and fears are boring. I don't wish to be a bore.
No, no. . . I am in a vacation state of mind. More a running away, I think. I would live the Parisian life, but it takes more money than I have. Money. It all comes down to that. They lied to me as a kid. All the hippies said it was so. Money and happiness.
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